a miracle moment

It was one of those days. I’d spent most of it in the car, to and fro, an unpaid taxi driver… and the last straw was having to sit and wait for Gorgeous Girl as she finished her ride and then unsaddled, washed, rugged and fed her horse before we could go home.

I felt unappreciated, uptight and drained. Very drained.

But as I pulled into the riding school, there she was on her big boy – riding up a dream. I told her to keep going and parked the car so I could sit and watch without being eaten alive by mozzies.

And as I watched her, I felt this release… This time was a gift. Here I was watching my gorgeous daughter ride her magnificent horse, the almost-full moon rising behind her, the sun setting to my left.

I took a deep breath. The tension magically bled out of me, flowing through the seat of the car and off into the ether…